tantric, fourth position fifth version

You softly recline upon curling waves of silk cerise,
And nakedly writhe in the scent of a peeled–rose;
To be caught within the subtle fragrance of jasmine,
Then coyly tease my soul, with hints of sweet repose.
You gently sigh with sheer delight, as a green flame,
Of well mixed wax candle, and high chord chime;
That then fuels me with desires un-sated tender lips,
That temptingly waits for me… so blissfully sublime.

With slow and sacred reverence I now inhale you,
And in the sweet cinnamon air from your soft kiss;
There stirs powerful images deep within my breast,
That long to linger, but like ghosts are made of mist.
And as I slowly rest my head, with gentle inclination,
Upon your soft well-formed, plumped pillowed rest;
I sadly and very reluctantly… exhale… to set you free,
To allow my naked self, to be filled with a burning need.

I close my eyes and in swirling seas of heady crimson light,
I feel our souls begin to twist, blend and then enmesh
With the steady pulsing’s, of strong sweated beating drums,
That leaves an ache as you penetrate through my tender flesh.
My senses reel in our entwined delicate rumble to thunder,
But I pace myself and hold back, with aching muscle strain;
Under the steady heated rhythm of this so sacred lusty dance,
That makes us sing so strong, under the heated summer rain.